Semua Bab Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor : Bab 61 - Bab 70

EdwardI knew something was wrong the moment Albert walked out of my office after the accusation of me knowing where Emon was. His scent was clouded with guilt and confusion. He hadn’t said it, but I saw it in his eyes: the ache, the uncertainty. I didn’t press him. I couldn’t. I had marked him, claimed him, taken him, and yet… he still went back to the human.To Emon.I swear that if I didn't love Albert as much as I did, if he wasn't my son's best friend, I would have killed Emon already. It's just that I had hurt him enough and didn't want to add to my transgressions towards him.I tried to keep my thoughts steady. Tried not to spiral. But after three days and no word, no sighting of Emon, I couldn’t sit still anymore. Albert may have been too emotionally tangled to think clearly, but I wasn’t. And so I followed the oldest instinct in the book.His scent.Even in a city as dense and chaotic as this one, scents don’t lie.I left the school just before sunset, my senses on high alert

Emon Ever since I came back from Bibi Kamwe’s, I haven't been myself. It's as if there is a presence following me and it's not friendly. I know what I have to do and I think that that's what's nagging me at the back of my mind.I don't have time and I have to act fast.I stood at the mirror, fixing my collar, but my reflection didn’t hold my attention. My mind was elsewhere. Three months. That’s all I had. Bibi Kamwe had made it clear that every ritual had a rhythm, every spell a lifespan, and the energy she had unlocked for me would burn out in ninety days. After that, if I hadn’t broken the bond between Albert and Edward, the window would close. And there was no telling when, or if, it would open again.The worst part? I had to make Albert willing. The bond could only be severed with his emotional and physical self present and part of that meant that I had to tell him what I intended to do but I also felt that he couldn’t know what I was doing. Not yet.I turned away from the mirro

AlbertThe nausea hadn’t left for days and the feeling was killing me.It gnawed at the pit of my stomach like a parasite, swirling heat and bile in sickening spirals until I could barely stand upright. My forehead burned constantly, sweat sticking to my shirt like glue, and my muscles ached with the weight of exhaustion I couldn’t explain. Every step was heavy, every blink felt like a struggle against sleep. I just wanted to sleep and get lost in oblivion.I had barely eaten. Everything smelled rotten. Even water left an aftertaste I couldn’t stomach.And still, still, I told myself I was fine.I told myself that if I just kept going, kept pretending, everything would balance out. That if I stayed far enough from Edward and patient enough with Emon, things would settle. Return to normal.But there was no normal anymore. Not for me.Not when Emon was barely around, not when his voice sounded thinner each time we spoke, more distracted. He claimed work, important tasks, meetings I cou

Edward The room was too quiet. Too still. The only sound was the soft hiss of the oxygen machine and the steady beep of the heart monitor. Albert lay there, sedated, his face slack and pale against the white hospital pillow. If it weren’t for the gentle rise and fall of his chest, I would have thought… No. I wasn’t letting my mind go there. I sat beside him, my fingers still curled loosely around his hand. He hadn’t wanted me to touch him earlier. In fact, he had tried to pull away as though my touch burned. But now… now he didn’t resist. The sedation had quieted the storm that had been tearing through him, and I couldn’t decide if that made me relieved or if it broke me even more. His earlier words echoed in my skull like a curse. What are you doing here? You are trying to harm me. The look in his eyes when I told him… I could still see it. It was wide, disbelieving, furious. “You are pregnant,” I had said. It was supposed to be a truth that bound us closer togethe

AlbertThe first thing I noticed when I woke up wasn't the dull ache in my temples or the uncomfortable weight in my stomach.It was the voices.Two of them. Sharp, tense, layered over each other like blades scraping and I felt my head ache.Edward.Emon.The sound of my name pulled me further into consciousness, and when I blinked my eyes open, the room came into focus; Edward standing stiff at one side of my hospital bed, Emon at the other, both of them glaring at each other like they were one second away from tearing the walls down.“...you don’t belong here,” Edward was saying, his voice low and deadly.“I belong wherever Albert is,” Emon shot back. “You have had your chance. You have already hurt him.”I groaned, pushing myself up against the pillows. “What… what are you two doing?”They both turned to me instantly, their faces softening for a fraction of a second before hardening again when they looked at each other.“Albert, he…” Edward began.“Don’t listen to him, he…” Emon